But grant to kings and courts their ancient play,Recall their splendour and revive their sway;Can all your cant and all your cries persuadeOne power to join you in your wild crusade?In vain ye search to earth's remotest end;No court can aid you, and no king defend.

Think not, ye knaves, whom meanness styles the Great,Drones of the Church and harpies of the State, —Ye, whose curst sires, for blood and plunder fam'd,Sultans or kings or czars or emp'rors nam'd,Taught the deluded world their claims to own,And raise the crested reptiles to a throne, —Ye, who pretend to your dark host was givenThe lamp of life, the mystic keys of heaven;Whose impious arts with magic spells beganWhen shades of ign'rance veil'd the race of man;Who change, from age to age, the sly deceitAs Science beams, and Virtue learns the cheat;Tyrants of double powers, the soul that blind,To rob, to scourge, and brutalize mankind,Think not I come to croak with omen'd yellThe dire damnations of your future hell,To bend a bigot or reform a knave,By op'ning all the scenes beyond the grave.I know your crusted souls: while one defiesIn sceptic scorn the vengeance of the skies,The other boasts, — “I ken thee, Power divine,“But fear thee not; th' avenging bolt is mine."

Almighty Freedom! give my venturous songThe force, the charm that to thy voice belong;Tis thine to shape my course, to light my way,To nerve my country with the patriot lay,To teach all men where all their interest lies,How rulers may be just and nations wise:Strong in thy strength I bend no suppliant knee,Invoke no miracle, no Muse but thee.

He open'd calm the universal cause,To give each realm its limit and its laws,Bid the last breath of tired contention cease,And bind all regions in the leagues of peace;Till one confederate, condependent swaySpread with the sun and bound the walks of day,One centred system, one all-ruling soulLive thro the parts and regulate the whole.

But here tho' distant from our native shore,With mutual glee we meet and laugh once more,The same! I know thee by that yellow face,That strong complexion of true Indian race,Which time can never change, nor soil impair,Nor Alpine snows, nor Turkey's morbid air;For endless years, thro' every mild domain,Where grows the maize, there thou art sure to reign. But man, more fickle, the bold license claims,In different realms to give thee different names.Thee soft nations round the warm LevantPalanta call, the French of course Polante;E'en in thy native regions, how I blushTo hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush!On Hudson's banks, while men of Belgic spawnInsult and eat thee by the name suppawn.All spurious appellations, void of truth:I've better known thee from my earliest youth,Thy name is Hasty-Pudding! thus our siresWere wont to greet thee fuming from the fires.

Of these no more. From Orders, Slaves and Kings,To thee, O Man, my heart rebounding springs.Behold th' ascending bliss that waits your call,Heav'n's own bequest, the heritage of all.Awake to wisdom, seize the proffer'd prize;From shade to light, from grief to glory rise.Freedom at last, with Reason in her train,Extends o'er earth her everlasting reign…

As the government of the United States is not in any sense founded on the Christian Religion, — as it has in itself no character of enmity against the laws, religion or tranquility of Musselmen — and as the said States never have entered into any war or act of hostility against any Mehomitan nation, it is declared by the parties that no pretext arising from religious opinions shall ever produce an interruption of the harmony existing between the two countries.

There are those who strive to stamp with disreputeThe luscious food, because it feeds the brute;In tropes of high-strain'd wit, while gaudy prigsCompare thy nursling man to pamper'd pigs;With sovereign scorn I treat the vulgar jest,Nor fear to share thy bounties with the beast.

Hail the mild morning, where the dawn began,The full fruition of the hopes of man.Where sage Experience seals the sacred cause,And that rare union, Liberty and Laws,Speaks to the reas'ning race “to freedom rise,Like them be equal, and like them be wise."

And didst thou hope, by thy infuriate quillTo rouse mankind the blood of realms to spill?Then to restore, on death devoted plains,Their scourge to tyrants, and to man his chains?To swell their souls with thy own bigot rage,And blot the glories of so bright an age?First stretch thy arm, and with less impious might,Wipe out the stars, and quench the solar light :“For heav'n and earth," the voice of God ordains,“Shall pass and perish, but my word remains,"Th' eternal Word, which gave, in spite of thee,Reason to man, that bids the man be free.

Behold, illumin'd by th' instructive age,That great phenomenon, a Sceptred Sage.There Stanislaus unfolds his prudent plan,Tears the strong bandage from the eyes of man,Points the progressive march, and shapes the way,That leads a realm from darkness into day.